The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

"Did Dekan and his team enter a PvP-type dungeon this time?"

"Yes, the basis for this kind of internal conflict-driven shadow world is that there are challengers who strongly want to destroy the real world, and these people will also become rebellious challengers."

"Mountain villas, nighttime killings... I have a feeling this movie world is going to be very bloody..."

"These dungeons, filled with mutual suspicion and slaughter, often test the mental fortitude of challengers. Sometimes, before the final moment even arrives, a challenger's mental defenses have already collapsed."

"Come on, if those two unlucky guys go in, even Death will have to crawl on his hands and knees."

Episode 074 Cornelia Becomes a Great Detective

Several men and women were gathered in the living room of the villa.

They were almost in groups of two or three, and their positions were relatively spread out.

Neither the pitch-black night sky, the magnificent snowscape, nor the howling cold wind could move them.

Because the situation in the living room was not harmonious.

In the center of the living room is a mini stage, half a foot high, covered with a glossy black floor.

On the stage was a classic grand piano and a leather piano chair with a dim glow.

Besides the piano and chair, there is another person on the stage.

Or rather, a corpse that wasn't completely cold yet—

A thin, middle-aged man, dressed in expensive clothes, was slumped over the piano keys.

He looked as if he had just finished playing a powerful piece of music and then fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Horrifyingly, a winding stream of blood seeped from beneath him, forming a nearly circular pool on the stage floor, upon which lay a blood-stained, menacing dagger.

Crimson blood flowed down the hem of the middle-aged man's clothes and onto the piano keys, and the handkerchief in his left breast pocket was stained bright red.

The pool of blood reflected the light brown lacquer of the piano and the player's gaunt, seemingly weathered body, creating a chilling dark hue.

Meanwhile, the notifications continued to update, and everyone held their breath and watched intently.

Each challenger possesses a key that unlocks the blessed bedroom.

Each bedroom can accommodate a maximum of two challengers; exceeding this limit will cause the blessing to expire.

Solving the mysteries of the old house is of great significance to the regular challengers.

One of the regular challengers is a detective.

Dekan and Cornelia both reached into their pockets and found a key inside.

In addition, their clothes seemed to have an uncomfortable feel to them.

It's not that it doesn't fit.

I was just dressed in a hurry.

It was like getting out of bed, quickly changing clothes, and rushing downstairs.

This must be related to the plot background.

Generally speaking, the two of them don't care about the plot at all.

but.

Cornelia's outfit this time is very special.

She was wearing a detective beret and a beige wool coat.

Even though she did nothing, she had already attracted everyone's attention.

Dekan, who was standing next to her, appeared to be her assistant.

"Wait a minute, why would Cornelia be given this special status?"

The students watching from the sidelines were somewhat puzzled.

"Generally speaking, a special identity does not necessarily mean special abilities, but it is often foreshadowed. For example, in mystery plots, the detective identity is often given to the person who has the best chance of uncovering the enemy's identity."

"She will also become a primary target for the rebel challengers..."

Immediately afterwards, the most basic plot information also began to be updated.

[Starting scene: Sir Orlock, the owner of this mansion, woke everyone up thirty minutes ago by playing the locally famous "Overture to Blood".]

His performance was so brilliant that anyone with even a basic understanding of music, or even a homeless person who knows absolutely nothing about music, should applaud him.

But no one would have praised or appreciated it then, because it was six in the morning, and the guests were all fast asleep, nestled in their warm blankets, enjoying a blissful rest.

His magnificent music shattered the dreams of one guest after another, leaving them angry, helpless, and in pain.

After he had been playing for a while, one of the most enraged guests finally lost his patience and decided to go to the living room to stop him from playing.

[But before the guests could turn on the living room lights, the piano music stopped.]

A piercing scream then snapped everyone back to reality.

Gradually, the crowd gathered in the living room, shocked, alert, and thoughtful.

[Core storyline progress 1/3]

At this point, the prompts finally stopped.

From the perspective of the Shadow World's mechanics, werewolves and witches, who lurk in the shadows and possess absolute power, have a significant advantage.

To uncover their identities during the daytime, when they can be countered, we must rely on plot clues.

Both the werewolf and the witch need to find a way to secretly stop the decryption process.

The owner of the mansion probably didn't commit suicide, but it looked too much like it.

However, the current clues make it difficult to identify the murderer.

So everyone in the living room looked at Cornelia.

They seemed to be waiting for her to speak first.

Cornelia looked at everyone expressionlessly.

He neither spoke, nor did his gaze waver.

Her silence did not raise any questions; on the contrary, it reassured many challengers.

He is indeed a composed person, with the air of a detective.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the living room seemed a little tense.

Cornelia looked at Dekan with a hint of helplessness.

Dekan was patting his cheeks with both hands, seemingly trying to clear his head.

This weather does make people feel sleepy.

"what happened?"

He noticed Cornelia's attention, met her gaze, glanced around, and immediately understood Cornelia's predicament.

She was completely bewildered and had no idea what was happening.

"Say whatever you want, feel free to express yourself, just treat me as your assistant."

Dekan turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear.

"Ah."

Cornelia nodded.

Then she looked at everyone and said sincerely, "I didn't think of anything, please don't expect anything from me."

"call."

Upon hearing this, a beautiful young woman with an elegant demeanor smiled.

Cornelia's words seemed to have eased the tense atmosphere in the living room a little.

"In any case, let's have a discussion first."

The beautiful girl took over the conversation.

She looked to be around 16 years old, with a slender figure and an exceptionally beautiful appearance; it wasn't hard to guess that she was a noblewoman in the real world.

"My name is Lilith, a second-year student at Philowen Academy, specializing in mystery and decryption-themed games in the Shadow World."

After saying that, she looked at Cornelia and asked with a smile:

"Miss Detective, if you're completely clueless, would you mind handing your work over to me?"

Cornelia hesitated.

All the challengers present knew that Cornelia, with her detective identity, was essentially the leader of the entire event.

Her words carried weight.

Just as she was about to look at Dekan for instructions, Dekan gently patted her back.

She immediately understood what Dekan meant—

Feel free to improvise, don't look at him.

Cornelia then nodded to Lilith.

She became a detective by accident and was afraid of dragging down the challengers.

And just then, a seemingly intelligent guy came along and offered to take her job.

It couldn't be better.

A slight smile curved the corners of Lilith's lips.

"Thank you for your trust, Miss Detective."

Although her words were humble, Lilith's tone made no attempt to conceal her inherent arrogance.

She seemed pleased with herself for reclaiming the identity that rightfully belonged to her.

"If you don't mind, let's chat casually for a bit."